1 comments/ 12707 views/ 5 favorites The Epiphany of Bryan Whiting By: Dual_Triode ~ Prologue ~ Bryan sat at the Plaza bar staring into his scotch whiskey. He was glad that his old friend, Quentin, was still in town and had some free time. A friend since high school, he was someone whom Bryan trusted, especially when it came to advice about women. This was the second time he had asked him for advice about Jenny. The first time, it was for advice about sex; more correctly, the lack of sex. This time was more serious, however. He was now seeking advice about love, farewells, and reunions. It had been 5 weeks since Jenny left town. "She went to Haiti again?" Quentin asked. "Yeah, for a summer outreach project," Bryan answered. "Then she's going to Paris for a year of study." "Wow, that sucks," Quentin consoled him. "Do you think she'll come back?" "I hope so," Bryan said, but there was doubt in his voice. "Who knows? Maybe I'll have a post-doc by then." "You could go with her," Quentin offered. "You could always go back to school later." "Drop out now?" Bryan shook his head. "I just finished my Master's degree. Melvin would be furious." "I don't know what to tell you, man," Quentin said. "She has really gotten under your skin." Quentin was absolutely correct, Jenny had seriously gotten under Bryan's skin. He had tried to stay objective about their relationship, their epic love affair, but he had fallen for her. It was just too hard not to. Jenny was smart, pretty, and selfless; all virtuous traits. She was also voluptuous, smoking hot, and insatiable; even better traits. No woman had ever affected him like this before. Admittedly, there were not that many to compare her with, but Jenny was the real deal. They had forged strong bonds through shared experiences, sexual and otherwise. But perhaps most importantly, he thought he had gained some insight about what made her tick. "Quentin," Bryan started, "have you ever experienced an epiphany?" "Epiphany?" Quentin asked. "What the hell is that?" "An epiphany is that moment of revelation when the meaning of one of life's mysteries becomes clear," Bryan lectured. "Have you ever had one?" "Hell no," Quentin scoffed. "All of life is a mystery to me." Bryan fell silent as he remembered his mysterious journey of discovery with Jenny. ~ The Faculty Social ~ The invitation was in Bryan's mailbox: a faculty social at 4:00 on Friday afternoon. It was just his second week in graduate school and he was still trying to figure out who everyone was. A social would be a great opportunity to meet the other graduate students and faculty. The invitation was from Professor James Hill, the department chair. Bryan felt a bit of pride swelling inside with the acceptance that the invitation represented. On Friday, Bryan was teaching a morning laboratory section of sophomores. Part of his financial aid package was employment as a teaching assistant. It was unusual for a graduate student with an academic fellowship to also work as a T.A., but Professor Hill had asked if he would be willing to do so. It seems that a good percentage of the graduate students were from outside the United States. Bryan was a local boy who had completed his baccalaureate with an exceptionally high GPA and Professor Hill was bending the rules. Bryan's net stipend would be a bit higher in exchange for his native English language and intelligence. After lunch, Bryan went to his own afternoon class in advanced calculus. He returned to his office, on schedule, at 3:00 to help one of the sophomores with a homework problem. Bryan enjoyed the academic environment and it showed. He actually looked forward to working with underclassmen, something that many graduate students struggled with. He guessed that is why Professor Hill recruited his services. When the antique wall clock buzzed at 4:00, Bryan closed his calculus book and asked his office mate if he was going to the social. Tran looked up from his book and shook his head no, without saying a word. "There will probably be girls there," Bryan said. Tran didn't look up or say anything in response. Bryan wondered how hard it must be to be a stranger in a strange land. Hopping on his bicycle, Bryan rode over to the faculty club. It was early September and still warm for this part of the country. This was a major Midwestern University and the campus architecture reflected its heritage. Bryan parked his bicycle and walked inside. The social was being held in the great hall on the second floor. As Bryan entered the hall, he was greeted by Shirley, the department administrative assistant. Shirley was the matriarch, something that Bryan recognized the first day of school. Shirley knew everybody and everything, and really ran the show, a fact that Professor Hill readily admitted. If she ever decided to retire, there would be departmental chaos. No one else knew how to run the ancient copy machine favored by some of the eldest faculty. It seemed as though the personal computer revolution had totally passed some of them by. "Here are the name tags," Shirley said. Bryan wrote his name on a tag and put it on his shirt. He scanned the hall and spotted his advisor, Professor Melvin Turner. Professor Turner was chatting with a female student. The young woman glanced over and caught his gaze. Bryan was momentarily transfixed as he took in her stature. She was about 5'-6", brunette, curvaceous, with a pretty face. It's amazing how quickly a man can take inventory. She flashed him a wide bright smile that invited a visit and conversation. Shirley noticed Bryan's paralysis and followed his gaze. "Her name is Jenny," she said. "She's a really nice girl, you should go say hello." "Ummm...Right, ok," Bryan stuttered. Bryan headed for the refreshment table; he suddenly felt thirsty. This was apparently an ice cream social, there was only vanilla ice cream and root beer. Bryan could have used a real beer, but this wasn't the time or place to start drinking. He mixed himself a float and started working through the crowd. Professor Hill spotted him and introduced him to some colleagues. "This is Mr. Bryan Whiting, one of our new graduate students, and recipient of an academic fellowship," Professor Hill announced. "He is also one of our best teaching assistants." "Welcome aboard," one of the emeritus faculty members said. "Yes, yes, welcome indeed," said another, with his hand extended. "And what will your Ph.D. dissertation reveal?" he asked. "I haven't given it much thought yet, sir," said Bryan, accepting the man's gesture of friendship. "I'm still trying to find the restrooms!" The old men laughed at Bryan's joke, lame as it was. Bryan told his brief life story to the group and they seemed to accept him. After a while, Bryan excused himself and continued his social walkabout. There were a few other graduate students present and he introduced himself to them. Most of them were quiet and timid, but polite. Well, except for Carl, who was neither. Carl was a German national attending the University. He was a graduate student in another department and this was their introduction. Bryan and Carl lamented about the lack of alcohol and made plans to go drink some real beer, real soon. Bryan continued his social tour and eventually found his advisor, who was still talking with Jenny. "There you are," Professor Turner said. "We've been waiting for you. Jenny, this is the man I was telling you about." "Hi, I'm Bryan Whiting," Bryan said, extending his hand to greet the young woman. "Hi, I'm Jennifer Kinsman," she replied, taking his hand. Her grip was firm and warm, not the traditional limp hand courtesy. She smiled widely, her sienna brown eyes looking directly into his. Bryan felt her sparks; he was sending a few of his own. "Jenny is our new office assistant and just started this past week," Professor Turner continued. "She's just returned to the U.S. and joined us on a work-study stipend. She is learning office procedures from Shirley." Bryan didn't hear the rest of Melvin's introduction. Jenny finally released Bryan's hand and turned towards Professor Turner. Bryan followed her lead and tried to focus on Melvin's words. "...so Jenny will be taking care of classroom materials, if she can figure out that old copy machine," Melvin intoned. "Sounds kind of messy," Bryan said, shooting a quick glance at Jenny. "Oh yes, that old machine is messy, but some people refuse to give it up," Melvin continued. "I swear some of these old birds have never used a computer." Jenny returned Bryan's glance with a quick smile. The obvious attraction between them was not lost on Melvin. "Well then, I see that you two have hit it off. I'll take my leave so that you can plan your wedding," Melvin winked at Jenny. "Professor!" Jenny exclaimed in faux shock and pushed the old man's arm. Professor Turner chuckled and went to go refill his root beer float. Bryan turned to Jenny and found his composure. "I haven't bought an engagement ring yet," Bryan quipped. "What style to you prefer?" Jenny laughed and lightly squeezed Bryan's arm. He began feeling more at ease as they continued their conversation. He learned that she was from a neighboring state and was a senior in French language arts. Her voice was sweet and melodic, and she spoke with a cadence he was not familiar with. It wasn't quite an accent, per se, but definitely different from the typical Midwestern pattern. Bryan was curious about her travels outside of the country. "Where did you go this summer?" Bryan asked. "I was in Haiti," Jenny replied. "With an outreach program in Pignon." "Wow, that's cool," Bryan said. "I guess the French came in handy down there." "Wi," she continued. "Mwen pale Kreyòle." Bryan clearly didn't understand her. "Creole," Jenny said. "I also speak Haitian Creole." That explained the unusual speech pattern, Bryan thought. Jenny shared her involvement in building a public school, waving her hands expressively to describe the Haitian people. Bryan gave her a bit more personal space to avoid being hit as she shared her story. Jenny, however, didn't want the space and kept creeping closer to him. It made for an odd kind of dance, one which ended in laughter. Jenny had noticed Bryan when he arrived. She wondered if this was the guy that Shirley had told her about. He was about 6 foot, wiry, but wore his jeans really well. He had boyish looks, with long curly sandy-colored hair, and wore a pair of wire rim glasses over denim blue eyes. Glasses were to be expected, she reasoned, he was a graduate engineering student. She decided to give him a nice smile when he gazed in her direction. Jenny returned her focus to Professor Turner who was blathering on about who was who in the department. She gave him most of her attention, but monitored Bryan's movements in the hall. Bryan seemed friendly as he talked with the faculty and students. This was quite a bit different from her ex-boyfriend, Tony. Tony was not all that friendly with other people. She had decided to break it off with him 6 months ago because they seemed to argue all the time. It wasn't all misery, of course, and at times, she still missed him. Jenny's day dream faded and she again found Professor Turner's voice: "Jenny, this is the man I was telling you about..." Bryan had given up trying to escape Jenny's waving arms. Being closer to her afforded him some added benefits. She smelled really good, a clean fragrance, not heavily perfumed. Jenny was more well-endowed than he realized. She was wearing a knit top that revealed all of the underlying curves. He also noticed that her brassiere didn't completely restrain its cargo. He found himself a bit distracted as her breasts moved, not quite in time, with the rest of her body. Her hips and legs were neither fat nor skinny. In fact, she looked really hot. He was beginning to wonder what she might look like without her clothes on. Bryan forced himself to look at her face. She was explaining that she had to leave soon for a meeting with a French study group. "On Friday night?" Bryan asked. "Oh, it's a social occasion. One of the girls has a birthday this weekend," Jenny explained. "Say, why don't you meet up with us later on?" "I'm not sure I'd fit in with that crowd," Bryan hedged. "Don't worry," Jenny reassured him. "The group will break up early. We can have a beer later, if you want." Carl was close enough to hear beer being mentioned and burst into the conversation. "Hey! That's a great idea! Let's all go have some beer!" Carl was clearly excited. "Ok, that sounds good. Let's all meet at 10:00 over at the Plaza," Bryan offered. "À plus tard," Jenny said, squeezing Bryan's hand. ~ At The Plaza ~ Bryan walked into the Plaza and immediately found Carl. It wasn't too difficult, Carl had gathered a loud group around him. He bought a beer and toasted to good health with the boisterous bunch. Carl was not really as obnoxious as he first seemed. He was in a partying mindset and approached it with gusto. When Bryan was able to engage him in more serious discussion, he found Carl to be very thoughtful and intelligent. He took a liking to his new German friend. Jenny walked in with Ingrid, one of the girls in her study group. Ingrid was as tall as Bryan, blonde, and very athletic looking. Jenny introduced Ingrid to Bryan and Carl and explained she was an exchange student from Sweden. What happened next went according to plan: Carl's excitement over beer was eclipsed only by his excitement over Swedish girls. "You planned this out, didn't you?" Bryan accused Jenny of manipulating the situation. "Not really," Jenny lied. "I told Ingrid I was meeting you and Carl, and she seemed interested. Besides, it's her birthday and this gives us a chance to be more alone." Jenny's logic was flawless. Bryan and Jenny found a booth and sat down. They shared a burger and onion rings and more details about themselves. Bryan played guitar and saxophone and was a member of the University marching band. He was a geek at heart, enjoying mathematics and science and building stuff for fun. Details about Bryan's love life, or lack of it, remained secret for now. Jenny revealed some health issues, notably scoliosis which had left her back slightly deformed. Even after surgery as a teenager to treat the condition, she still experienced discomfort at times. Jenny was more open about her past relationships and revealed her recent break up with Tony. "He's not going to punch me out if he sees us together, is he?" Bryan asked. "Probably not," Jenny said. "He doesn't live around here." Jenny explained how they argued all the time, but didn't say about what. Bryan didn't ask for any details, that was a private matter. They were both excited to learn they liked the same kind of music: hard rock. They also enjoyed the same movies. Jenny was enjoying Bryan's company and reached for his hand. She thought that this might be the start of a good relationship, only time would tell. She looked up at Bryan's face to try and gauge his mood. The hunger in his eyes was palpable. "Would you like to go for pizza tomorrow night and maybe a movie?" Bryan asked Jenny for a date. "I'm playing with the pep band at a basketball game tomorrow afternoon, but I'll be done by six." "I'd love to," Jenny accepted his offer. They exchanged telephone numbers and prepared to depart. Bryan gallantly offered to help Jenny with her jacket. She accepted his gesture and reached up to kiss him goodnight. Bryan was surprised, especially by the little bite she gave his lower lip. ~ Erica ~ Mercifully, the basketball game was over quickly. The home team was in the middle of a horrible losing streak and the fans were ruthless. If public flogging were legal, the head coach would have been sacrificed. Fortunately, no blood was spilled, only boos and catcalls flowed. As a member of the band, Bryan enjoyed star status. The band was the only source of entertainment in the house and the crowd showed their approval. Bryan arrived home early. He rented a small second floor apartment in an old house just off campus. The place was kind of a dump, but it was clean and the price was right. It was a nice afternoon and he had a few hours before he'd call Jenny, so Bryan grabbed his guitar and sat on the front porch. He was working on one of his favorites, "Over The Hills and Far Away", an old Led Zeppelin tune. He didn't notice Erica walking up the stairs until she was standing right in front of him. Erica was Bryan's next-door neighbor. She also lived on the second floor and they could see into each other's apartment. This was not necessarily a good thing, he came to realize. Erica never seemed to draw her curtains and ran around in various states of undress. Normally, Bryan might enjoy the voyeuristic show, but she seemed to lack any sense of modesty or discretion. There was also a steady stream of men in and out of her apartment and Bryan sometimes wondered if she might be hooking. He had decided ignorance was bliss and usually kept his curtains closed. Erica occasionally stopped by to make faux passes at Bryan; today was one of those days. "When are you going to write a song for me?" Erica demanded. "I have writer's block," Bryan played along. "If you come over, I can release it for you," Erica suggested. "Not tonight, I have a headache," Bryan said. Erica frowned, then smirked at Bryan. "You don't know what you're missing," Erica said. Bryan was quite aware of what he was missing. He had seen Erica running around naked before and, at first, had secretly watched. She was older than he was, not exactly his type, but nice looking. He wasn't interested in trying to score with Erica, however. He had a bad case of Jenny on the mind. Bryan went upstairs to take a shower before meeting Jenny. He used a fresh razor to get a close shave; Bryan was a Boy Scout, always prepared. As he showered, he considered the old myth about masturbating before a first date. It was supposed to help keep yourself under control, should an opportunity arise. Bryan laughed at the pun. He closed his eyes and began stroking his soapy penis in the shower. He conjured up the stored image of Jenny's breasts swaying out of time. He imagined her naked on his bed; imagined what kind of motions he could induce. Bryan's imagination was having an effect and his cock began to swell. He was no tripod, but he was certainly larger than average. He once stretched it out to 8 ½ inches long and 6 ¼ inches around at the base. Fractions of an inch were important to him when the optimistic measurement was made. When fully erect, his cock had a slight upward curve and the circumcised head was smoothly tapered. Bryan was not a virgin, but with a limited number of sexual experiences, he hadn't yet learned how to use his equipment effectively. Bryan considered finishing, but decided to stop. He didn't really think this first date would end up in the sack. Grabbing a towel, he wrapped it around himself and headed for his bedroom. As he walked through the living area, he noticed that the curtains were open. Bryan decided to quickly peek into Erica's living room. Erica was there, crouched down in front of the television, fiddling with something. When she stood up and went back to the sofa, Bryan saw that she was naked. He started to close the curtains, but curiosity won out. He wondered what she was doing and if she was alone. Peering inside, he saw she had put a movie into the player and was now masturbating on the sofa. He couldn't tell what she was watching, exactly, only that there were naked people on the TV screen. Had Bryan not been in an aroused state, he might have just closed the curtains. Bryan could see her stroking her pussy with one hand and holding her tit with the other. He watched her insert one, and then two fingers into her pussy, slowly stirring them around. Standing motionless, he felt his cock grow larger, making a tent out of his towel. Bryan swallowed hard as she inserted a third finger deep inside. Erica's flush hue and shimmering thighs betrayed her arousal and approaching orgasm. No longer a bystander, Bryan began stroking himself as she furiously rubbed her clitoris. The Epiphany of Bryan Whiting Erica grimaced and bit her lower lip as her fourth finger disappeared from view. Bryan trembled as the tightness grew in his abdomen and the fire burned in his legs. He could now plainly hear her moans through the open windows and see her hand disappear inside her crimson pussy. Throwing her head back into the sofa, Erica closed her legs tightly around both hands. A howling groan echoed from her apartment as the orgasm shook her body. Bryan closed his eyes, grunted, and released his load into the bath towel. He emptied himself with mighty spurts; some splattering onto the curtains, and the rest ending up on the floor. Grabbing the wall to steady himself, he opened his eyes to see Erica still thrashing about on the sofa. After watching Erica finish, Bryan slowly closed the curtains and cleaned up his mess. He would be ready for his first date, after all. ~ Preparations ~ Bryan lay down on his bed for a few minutes to catch his breath. Now he had two potent images stored in his brain. He was certain the next conversation he had with Erica would be quite different. Getting up, he dressed in a clean pair of jeans and a button-down shirt. He shook the remaining water from his hair and combed it out. Bryan had his mother's hair, naturally curly, and the locks fell about his shoulders as he graded his appearance in the mirror. Some day, he thought, I'll have to get a hair cut, but not today! Bryan found his cell phone and called Jenny. He was glad to hear her voice and wondered what kind of date preparation she was engaged in. She was almost ready and suggested Bryan stop by at 6:30. Her preparations were similar to Bryan's, except for the voyeurism and masturbation. She also showered and groomed herself with a fresh razor. Jenny wasn't a Girl Scout, but prepared nonetheless. She had taken the time to pluck extraneous hair from her eyebrows, face, and breasts; a glass of wine helping to ease the pain. The warm water from the hand-held shower, spraying her vagina, felt pretty good, too. She had already decided that she was going to fuck Bryan: not tonight, but hopefully soon. Tonight would stoke the fire growing inside her, so she hoped, anyway. Jenny missed having a cock inside of her, missed Tony's fullness, the heat of his body, and the strength of his hands. Tony had his faults, but he had brought her closer to an orgasm than she had ever been before. Maybe this time, there wouldn't be a jerk attached to the other end of the dick. Jenny started dressing. She selected her favorite bra, the same one that Bryan had ogled at the social. She favored the comfort of the front clip types because of her back and spine. The down side was that there was a bit less support, something her mother told her she needed. Like her, Jenny had large breasts: 37 inches around the bust, with a D size cup. Her mother told her these measurements are not mere statistics, they are necessary for a proper fit. Without a bra, she sagged a little bit, but her sangria-colored nipples and areolas still pointed up, not down. She stood in front of the bathroom mirror and admired her shape. Jenny actually liked her appearance and thought Bryan would enjoy sucking on her nipples. She did, why wouldn't he? Jenny thought about wearing a thong, but decided on regular panties. Thongs were just too uncomfortable. She had made sure her pubic hair wasn't too long and that her bikini line was clear. Don't want to scare him off, she mused. Tony had once asked her to shave completely. She thought that was kind of silly and pedophilic, but did try a Brazilian style once. Not a wax job, rather a close shave. Tony liked it a lot and it had kind of turned her on, too. The aftermath, however, was hellish. She hoped that Bryan wouldn't ask her to try it again. Jenny finished dressing with a cream-colored knit top with buttons down the front. She put on her favorite pair of jeans that both looked and felt good. Jenny stood in front of the mirror and bounced a few times; there was plenty of the jiggle that Bryan seemed to like so much. She combed out her hair and decided to leave it down for the night. It wasn't as curly as Bryan's, but it did have some waves, and she liked how it framed her face. She was just finishing her makeup when Bryan rang the door bell. "Come on in," Jenny yelled. "I'll be right out." Bryan let himself into her furnished one bedroom apartment on the third floor of the complex. There was a small balcony off the living room with a nice view of the campus and nearby lake. The furnishings were sparse: a sofa, one chair, a table, a radio, but no television. In the kitchen there was a table and two chairs. Bryan assumed Jenny had a bed, but the door was closed. "Hi Jen," Bryan called as he closed the door. "Help yourself to something from the fridge," Jenny replied. "I'll be ready in just a minute." Jenny finished putting on a pair of gold hoop earrings which peeked out from under her dark hair. She was ready. Bryan found a beer in the refrigerator and was just opening it when Jenny appeared. Before he could say hello, Jenny jumped up and wrapped her arms around his neck. Bryan returned a one-armed hug trying not to spill the beer he just opened. Jenny pressed her full bosom into Bryan and gave him a very warm and wet kiss. She felt a twitch in Bryan's pants. "Wow!" Bryan said. "You look terrific!" "Thanks," Jenny said. "You look nice, too!" Jenny played with the buttons on Bryan's shirt. "Jeez," Bryan exclaimed. "Are we going to fuck right now or can we have some pizza first?" "No, we are not going to fuck right now," Jenny's expression turned serious. "I'm hungry." ~ Dinner And A Movie ~ Bryan and Jenny left her apartment and headed for the bus stop. It was a short ride to the other side of campus where the best pizza place was located. They arrived at Cicero's Pizza Parlor and got in line, waiting only 15 minutes for a table. Jenny ordered a spicy chicken and garlic pizza and a couple of beers. "The movie theater has a late showing of 'Witness'," Bryan mentioned. "Are you interested?" "Is that the one with Harrison Ford and Kelly McGillis on the Amish farm?" Jenny asked. "Yeah, I think so," Bryan replied. "It's kind of an old movie." "I think Harrison Ford is cute," Jenny said. "You just want to see Kelly's boobs." "They'll be the second best pair in the theater," Bryan said. "Well, I assume so." "You assume correctly!" Jenny beamed. The pizza arrived just as Bryan finished his beer, he was getting thirsty again. As they ate their pizza and continued their suggestive conversation, Bryan thought that if this continues, something is going to explode. Maybe it was a good thing he had prepared himself, after all. The movie theater was pretty empty for the late show. Bryan and Jenny sat in the back with a bucket of popcorn and some soft drinks. The movie was quite good; an excellent screen play and great performances by Ford and McGillis. The obvious sexual tension between the characters spilled into the theater. More than once, Bryan heard some gasps coming from Jenny. At first he thought she was having trouble with the popcorn, but soon realized it was arousal. The tension culminated with a nude scene where Kelly's breasts were fully exposed. This brought another gasp from Jenny and Bryan glanced at her to see if she was ok. Jenny seemed to be worried that her own breasts were going to escape; she held them in a tight grip. Bryan recognized what the flush in her face meant, he'd seen an example earlier that day. Soon, the movie ended and they walked out into the warm night air. "Well, I was wrong," Bryan apologized. "Kelly's boobs were the best pair." "Says who?" Jenny demanded, punching his arm. ~ Submarine Races ~ Bryan and Jenny decided to walk along the lake shore on their way back to her apartment. It was a beautiful night, unseasonably warm for September. The sky was clear and many stars could be seen. "You know, I think there are submarine races tonight," Bryan joked. "Really?" Jenny feigned innocence. "Where are they?" Bryan led Jenny over to the lake shore and found a nice spot to sit down. "They race right out there," Bryan pointed out into the lake. "Wait a minute," Jenny's expression turned suspicious. "How can we see the submarines?" "Well, you just have to be patient and..." Bryan didn't get a chance to finish his sentence. Jenny had jumped on top of him and was kissing him with wild passion. He returned her kisses and probed her lips with his tongue. Wrapping his arms tightly around her, his bear hug flattened her against his chest and squeezed the air from her lungs. She finally broke off the kiss, gasping for a air. Moving to a sitting position, she guided his hands to her hips and began to gyrate over his swelling cock. Jenny managed to position the seam of her jeans against her clitoris and the gyrations were arousing her as well. Bryan matched her movements with some gentle thrusting of his hips. After a few minutes, she moved his hands from her hips to her breasts. Placing her hands over his, she began to squeeze and roll his hands against her. Bryan took her cue and massaged her breasts and gently squeezed her nipples. Jenny continued her gyrations on his bulging jeans; her underwear now wet, and her mind beginning to fog. She unbuttoned her shirt half way and unclasp the front of her bra. Reaching in and pulling out her right tit, she guided his head up to meet it. Bryan took her nipple into his mouth and sucked hard, causing Jenny to gasp and pull away. Looking into his eyes with burning desire, she shoved her tit forcefully back into his face and Bryan sucked it back in, even deeper than before. Wrapping both hands around his head, she settled into a wicked rhythm of gyrating and tit fucking his mouth. Bryan excitedly reached up and pulled her left tit from her bra by the nipple. Jenny squeaked at the pain and jammed it into his open mouth. "Bite me," Jenny growled into Bryan's ear. Bryan lightly scraped his teeth across her nipple on its way in and out of his mouth as Jenny moved his hands back to her hips to help apply more grinding force. Grabbing a hold of her abandoned right tit, she pinched the nipple hard. With both nipples being abused, her swollen clit rubbing against the seam, and a huge bulge grinding into her pussy and ass, Jenny's movements became erratic. Bryan could feel her abdominal muscles fluttering and her ass cheeks squeezing. Jenny sucked in a deep breath through her teeth and exhaled a low groan. Releasing her nipple, she took in and held another breath as Bryan released her, allowing her to lean back. As she arched her back, her glistening breasts thrust up towards the stars, and her clitoris strained even harder against her jeans. Jenny exhaled a final groan and collapsed back on top of him. Jenny lay on top of Bryan breathing heavily as her composure returned. She wondered, was that an orgasm? She had felt the fire burning inside, but where were the cool waves of pleasure? She felt really good, but still needed some kind of release. Bryan was completely fooled and thought he had ridden out a major earthquake. He really wanted to fuck Jenny right now, but he held still, waiting for her to recover, while he planned his attack. Jenny became aware of his stirring and the growing problem in his pants. "Oh God, I bet you're in a lot of pain," Jenny said as she rolled off him. "Can we fuck now?" Bryan pleaded. "Not yet," Jenny replied. "I need to check for injuries." Jenny reached for Bryan's jeans and undid his belt and zipper. Scrambling to her knees, she started pulling his jeans and boxers out of the way. Bryan assisted, letting his beyond-erect cock jump out, slapping back up against his belly. Jenny's eyes widened at the sight: it was way bigger than Tony's and curved up towards his navel. She wanted to fuck him right then, but her back was beginning to ache. Damn those steel rods, she thought. "I can ease your pain," Jenny reassured. With his pants around his knees, Jenny straddled Bryan's legs and pulled his cock back towards her. She gently stroked his throbbing shaft and caressed his aching balls. Licking her lips, she lowered her head and rubbed his cock in circles against her wet lips, slowly parting them. Lowering her head more, she slid his cock into her mouth and held it there. Bryan's mind reeled at the sensation of her warm mouth engulfing him. Slowly, she lifted her head, releasing him from her grip. Jenny looked into Bryan's eyes and licked her lips again. The maneuver was repeated, this time a little deeper than before. She ran her tongue up the length of his shaft, back down to his balls, and then started all over again. Bryan's head was swimming and he began to feel that same burning feeling again. Moving his hands down, he gently placed them on Jenny's head as she moved a bit forward, sliding her hands up under his shirt. Feeling her breasts and nipples pressing on his thighs, he began gently thrusting his hips upwards, forcing his cock deeper into her mouth. Jenny struggled to open wide enough to let him in, to not gag as he passed her tonsils. Bryan's pace quickened and his strokes shortened allowing Jenny to use her tongue to cushion his thrusts. Her hands found his nipples and she latched on as he held her head more firmly. Bryan's breathing became heavy and his thrusting more jerky. Releasing her head and pushing his hips high, he exhaled a growl that signaled his release. Jenny held her breath and pushed her head down as far as she could. His first spurt hit the back of her throat and made her gag. Recoiling, she grabbed hold of his shaft with both hands as a second spurt blasted her lips and chin. Sliding his cock back into her mouth, she continued sucking and stroking his shaft, holding his remaining load in her mouth. When he was finally empty, Jenny rolled off, swallowing as much of him as she could. Some of his semen rolled down her chin and dripped onto her still bare breasts. After a minute, Bryan rolled on his side to check on his new lover. As Jenny tried to clean herself off, he leaned over and kissed her salty lips. Bryan had a clean handkerchief in his pocket and used it to mop up her face and chest. They hurriedly put themselves back together and walked silently, holding hands, for the few blocks to Jenny's apartment. When they reached the entrance, they turned to embrace and kiss goodnight. Jenny invited him up to finish his beer. "I should go," Bryan said. "I forgot to ask about my injuries. How bad was it?" "There was a lot of swelling," Jenny mused. "Fortunately, I was able to release the pressure before any permanent damage was done." "That was a great bj," Bryan said. "But I still want to be inside of you." "Silly boy," Jenny smiled. "You can't fuck on the first date, it's the law." ~ First Reflections ~ It was already past noon when Bryan woke up. Having arrived home well after midnight, he had fallen into bed without undressing. He threw his dirty clothes into the hamper and headed for the shower. Studying his reflection in the mirror, he looked like he had been in some kind of tussle. That was true enough, he thought. He looked down to see if there really was any injury to his penis from last night's events. There wasn't any blood or scratches, just remnants of dark lipstick circling the base. Bryan had not expected an encounter with Jenny. He shouldn't have been too surprised, however, given the sexual tension they had both been cultivating. He replayed Jenny's ride on his bulging cock and all of the details of her mammary assault on his face. He didn't realize that her ride was incomplete; that no orgasm rewarded her efforts. She had tried to swallow him whole and had almost made it. By that time, she could have just breathed on his cock to trigger his eruption. Bryan smiled and stepped into the shower. The remainder of his day was filled with excitement: laundry and studying at the library. Jenny had returned to her apartment and undressed for bed. Feeling a little funky, she went into the bathroom to sponge herself off. She looked at herself in the mirror and was a little shocked at the sight. The combination of wrestling, riding, sweating, sucking, and a cum bath had taken its toll. As she cleaned herself up she wondered if maybe she had been too aggressive with Bryan. He had let her ride him hard in search of that elusive orgasm, so he wasn't completely selfish. Jenny looked down and examined her breasts. There were some scrapes and bruises on her left breast and both were a little sore. She had asked for the rough treatment, she remembered. Peeling off her wet panties to wash herself, she found, sadly, no damage there. Jenny put on her robe and walked into the kitchen, drank a bit of Bryan's left over beer, and shut off the lights. The warm beer mixed with the salty taste left in her mouth. Jenny fell into bed and wondered what kind of relationship would grow with Bryan. He seemed really nice, but she didn't know that much about him yet. He had certainly turned her on with his looks and playful talk. And his cock was huge! Jenny squirmed in her bed as she remembered the sight and smell of him. Her hand moved to her vagina which still itched from the ride she took. She slid a finger down between her moist lips and back up across her clitoris. She considered masturbating, something she had tried a few times before. She could manage to get herself aroused that way, but didn't seem able to climb the last few steps to release. She didn't understand why she blocked herself out; maybe it was technique, maybe it was guilt. She fell asleep pondering the mystery. ~ Courtship ~ On Monday morning, Bryan stopped by the campus gift shop and bought a small floral arrangement. He signed the note card and included the comment: "Jen, Kelly finished second. Bryan" Riding a bike and balancing flowers wasn't something he had practiced before. He made it to the engineering building without serious incident and stopped by the departmental office. Jenny hadn't arrived yet; that was according to plan. Shirley was there, however, and his plan hadn't taken her into account. With a sheepish smile, Bryan said hello to Shirley and placed the flowers on Jenny's desk. "Flowers?" Shirley raised her eyebrows. "Are you and Jenny engaged? Melvin told me you were getting married, but I didn't believe him." "No ma'am," Bryan stuttered. "I just wanted to let her know how much I enjoyed talking with her last Friday." Bryan tried to lie convincingly. Bryan realized how this encounter would play out: the news would be all over campus by the end of the day. He started to think maybe this gesture wasn't such a good idea, after all. As Bryan quickly left for his first class, he heard Shirley calling after him, "Bryan, who is Kelly?" Jenny arrived at the office later that morning after her class. She was greeted by Shirley and two other women. They stood by silently as Jenny sat down and noticed the flowers. Jenny looked up with a surprised expression at the excited women. They all wanted to know what was going on and if she had an engagement ring. Jenny assured them that Bryan had not proposed, they only had pizza on Saturday. "Bryan didn't say anything about pizza," Shirley noted. Nothing gets by Shirley. "Oh, he must have forgotten to mention it," Jenny tried to avoid getting boxed into a corner. Shirley knew she wasn't getting the whole story, but she let it go. These kids were clearly smitten with each other. She remembered how it felt to fall in love and went back to her desk smiling. Then, she remembered the question she wanted to ask, "Jenny, who is Kelly?" ~ Jack And Jill ~ Bryan and Jenny both had a full day and their paths never crossed. Bryan peeked into the office in the afternoon, but Jenny was already gone. He smiled and waved to Shirley and left before she could ask him anything. He decided he would call Jenny later that night after he got home from the library. The Epiphany of Bryan Whiting Jenny came home after study group and made herself some dinner. She dumped the stale beer down the drain and fixed herself a tuna salad sandwich. She turned on the small radio; her favorite station was playing an old AC/DC tune. Flashing the devil horns, she danced back into the kitchen to get something to drink. Jenny's cell phone rang and her sister Jill's picture flashed up on the screen. "Hey Sis," Jenny said, with a mouthful of tuna. "Where have you been, Jen?" Jill demanded. "I've been trying to call you all weekend." Jill was Jenny's older sister, by three years, and lived back in their home town. Jill hadn't gone off to college. Instead, she married a local boy, John Porter, after graduating from high school. At the time, this pairing made Jenny laugh because she could introduce them as "Jack and Jill", much to their chagrin. It still made her smile and she often teased her sister about finding that elusive pail of water. Jill was calling Jenny with important news. "I'm pregnant!" Jill exclaimed. Both women shrieked with excitement. Jill and John had been trying to have children over the last year, so this was a real milestone. "When, when?" Jenny wanted a date. "March 25th" Jill replied. Jenny did the math and guessed the circumstances. "That vacation you took last June?" Jenny asked. Jill confirmed her suspicions. She had just finished the first trimester and was glad the sickness was subsiding. Jenny and Jill talked for almost an hour. Jenny also had some news to share. "I've met someone," Jenny said. "His name is Bryan. He's a graduate engineering student." "Trading up from a creep to a geek?" Jill poked fun at Jenny's love life. "Tony was not a creep," Jenny protested. "Jerk, yes, but creep, no." Jenny shared the details of their meeting and the movie date on Saturday night. She left out the submarine races. Jill could tell from the tone of her voice that this new guy had made an impact on her. "You didn't, did you?" Jill avoided using the four letter word. "Nope," Jenny said. She didn't tell Jill that she had done everything but that. "But you intend to, don't you," Jill asked the leading question. "Yes," Jenny said truthfully. Their conversation continued for a while until Jenny's cell phone battery began to die. They promised to talk again when Jenny had more news to share. ~ Life Of Bryan ~ Bryan left the library at about 9 p.m. and headed home. He had spent his evening grading laboratory papers and completing his own studies. He knew graduate school would be hard work and tonight was a good example. He was the eldest of five children and the first in his extended family to attend college. His father was a tool and die maker and his mother had given up a promising art career to raise a family. Bryan had excelled academically in high school and entered the University Engineering program with a scholarship. Not a full ride, but enough to cover the major expenses. He worked various summer jobs to earn living expenses for the school year. Bryan's parents were very proud of his academic accomplishments. As Bryan packed up his books and papers, he wondered what made him decide to pursue a doctoral degree. He had completed his baccalaureate with a high GPA and could have landed a good engineering job. Then he remembered attending a colloquia with Professor Emeritus Thomas Higgins. Professor Higgins, even at his advanced age, spoke eloquently and with humor. Bryan remembered coming away with a glimmer of insight about how all of his seemingly unrelated studies were really connected to each other. It was this realization, an epiphany of sorts, that steered him towards graduate school. Bryan left the library and called Jenny. The call was immediately routed to her voice mailbox, a sign that her cell phone was turned off. Bryan left a short voice message: "Hey Jen, how was your day with Shirley?" Jenny and Bryan managed to find time for lunch later in the week. She shared the news about her sister's expected baby. Bryan was genuinely happy for Jill; and Jack. At first, he didn't quite believe her story about their ironic names. Jenny was sincere, however, and obviously close to her older sister. Neither Bryan nor Jenny mentioned their own love for children. "Are you busy on Saturday?" Bryan asked after a while. "I was thinking about sailing out to Picnic Point. The weather is supposed to be really nice." "You have a sail boat?" Jenny blinked in amazement. "I don't own one, but I have a membership at the Hoofer Club," Bryan explained. "I teach sailing in the summer time and I bought a lifetime membership." "That sounds like fun," Jenny said. "Is there anything you're not good at?" Bryan looked up at Jenny's face; he wasn't sure if her question was rhetorical. Jenny was wearing a little smirk and her eyes betrayed her facetiousness. "Nope," Bryan said. "I'm good at everything." "Call me," Jenny laughed as she headed off to class. ~ Sailing Away ~ Bryan called Jenny Saturday morning and arranged to meet her at 11:00 down by the piers. He advised her to dress in layers and to be prepared to get a little wet. The weather forecast was for fair skies and light winds, but an afternoon storm was possible. Bryan knew that September weather could be unpredictable, so he couldn't get too distracted. Jenny was sitting on a bench at the outing club entrance when Bryan rode up. She greeted him with a publicly acceptable hug after he parked his bicycle. "There are lockers inside where we can store our valuables," Bryan said, leading Jenny inside. "Don't take anything that can't get wet." Bryan locked up their things and put the key in his pocket. He walked over to the desk and greeted Andy. "Hey Andy," Bryan said. "Can I take an Interlake out today?" "Hi Bryan! Where have you been, man?" Andy hadn't seen Bryan since the semester started. "Been around," Bryan replied. "Studying hard." "Hardly studying, more likely," Andy glanced over at Jenny. "Andy, this is Jenny," Bryan introduced her informally. "Hi Jenny," Andy greeted her. "Don't worry, Bryan's a fine sailor. He hasn't lost anybody yet." Jenny knew that Andy was kidding, but she gave Bryan a nervous glance, anyway. "Ok then," Andy continued, "I've got you down for Grumpy. We have green flag currently, but expect blue flag later today." Bryan went to the sail locker and selected the day sail bag. No spinnaker today, he thought, not by myself. He left his club card in the reservation slot and grabbed two life jackets on the way out. "Bryan, who is Grumpy?" Jenny asked. "Grumpy is the name of the sail boat we are taking," Bryan explained. "The club owns seven Interlake sail boats and they were named after the seven dwarfs." "Maybe we should take Happy, instead," Jenny mused. "Happy is out already and Grumpy is better than Sneezy," Bryan tried to sound serious. Jenny wasn't too sure about the comparison, but was in no position to judge sail boats. They walked out to the pier past the enormous flag pole flying a green flag. "What do the flag colors signify," Jenny asked. "Green is for fair weather, blue is for high winds, and red is for storms," Bryan explained. "They're not official nautical flags," he continued, "they use simple colors to keep it easy for the day sailors." Grumpy was moored at a short pier at the far end of the yard. It was bigger than the other small boats Jenny saw on the lake. Bryan tossed the sail bag into the boat. "I'll rig Grumpy and then help you aboard," Bryan said. Bryan stepped aboard the 18 foot sail boat and unpacked the sails. He first rigged the mainsail foot into the boom and then started threading the luff into the mast. He then attached the headsail to the forestay and connected its tack and halyard. These boats had simple rigging and were very stable on the water. Bryan reached out to take Jenny's hand. "Don't jump," Bryan said. "Step with one foot and then the other." Jenny took his hand and stepped aboard. She sat down on one of the built-in gunwale benches near the front. Bryan stepped back onto the pier and untied the painter. He led the boat to the end of the pier and pushed off, straight back, while stepping onto the foredeck. As the boat glided silently backwards, Bryan raised the mainsail. The light breeze began to flap the mainsail back and forth and the boom began to move freely. "Watch your head, Jen," Bryan cautioned. Bryan raised the jib and moved astern to attach the rudder and tiller. With the light breeze pushing the boat slowly in reverse, he pointed the bow out towards the lake and started hauling in the mainsail sheet. As the Interlake began to slide forwards and sideways, Bryan released the centerboard line. With the keel now in place, the side slipping stopped and the sail boat glided silently forward through the water. He steered his way through the moorings to open water. Bryan picked up the jib sheet and handed it to Jenny. "Pull this line in until the yarn pieces lay flat against the sail," Bryan instructed. As Jenny trimmed the jib into position, Bryan adjusted the mainsail. The boat accelerated forward and the apparent wind blew in their faces. Bryan headed the boat towards Picnic Point on port tack. Jenny was thrilled with the feeling of sailing. The boat was powerful and fast moving, but the only sound was the rushing of the wind in her ears. Picnic point was about one mile away, as the crow flies. Bryan had to tack twice, first to starboard and then back to port, making their zigzag course a little longer. "How did you learn to sail?" Jenny asked. "I grew up near the lake," Bryan said. "We raced sail boats all the time." Jenny really enjoyed the boat trip; smiling and waving to all the other boaters they encountered. Seeing the joy in her face made Bryan feel great too. He noticed she had tied her sweatshirt around her waist revealing a peach-colored polo shirt. A pair of khaki pants and sandals completed the casual outfit. Her hair was pulled back in a pony tail showing off a pair of dolphin post earrings. He also noticed that she wasn't wearing any makeup, at least not that he could tell. Bryan watched her move with the wind and water as she waved her greetings. There is that motion again, he thought. As they approached the pier at Picnic Point, Bryan released the sails and coasted in. "Jenny, would you drive?" Bryan motioned for her to take the tiller. Jenny took the tiller and steered the coasting boat, following Bryan's instructions. He moved to the foredeck and stepped off onto the pier. After tying the boat to a post, he lowered the sails and retrieved his knapsack from under the foredeck. They stepped off the boat and headed down the tree lined path out to Picnic Point. ~ Picnic Point ~ It was September and the birch, maple, and oak trees were putting on a spectacular fall color show. The path began to rise in elevation as they continued walking, hand in hand. They discovered an apple orchard on top of the hill with a great view of the surrounding forest and the lake. After finding a spot to sit down, Bryan opened his knapsack and pulled out a bottle of wine. "I suppose you brought cheese as well," Jenny's eyes lit up. "But of course, mademoiselle," Bryan used a phony French accent. "Plus le vin et faire l'amour avec moi," Jenny cooed in a lusty voice. Bryan had no idea what she said, but understood her anyway. He retrieved a cork screw and two plastic cups and poured the German Riesling. He handed a cup of wine and a stick of string cheese to Jenny. "C'est la vie," Bryan shrugged, repeating the only French phrase he knew. As they lay in the grass under the apple trees, sipping wine and eating cheese, they talked about their hopes and dreams. Jenny told Bryan that she wanted to be a high school French teacher. Bryan wanted to build something big. They talked about music, weird friends, and harrowing experiences that they'd had. Soon, the wine and cheese were gone. Bryan rolled over to Jenny and kissed her gently. She closed her eyes and returned a long lingering kiss and embrace. They exchanged probing wine-flavored tongues and moved closer together. She again guided his hand to her breasts and he massaged her with gentle rolls and squeezes as their kissing became more urgent. Jenny's moans were muffled by the lip lock Bryan had her in. As he slid his hand down to her belly and then to her crotch, she parted her legs slightly and pushed up against his hand. Bryan brought his hand back up to her belly and opened her snap and zipper. He slid his hand back down, this time inside of her khakis. Her underwear was silky smooth and a little moist. Jenny pushed her pubic bone into Bryan's palm as his fingers curled over her clitoris. Again, he brought his hand back to her belly and slid his fingers under the waistband of her panties. This time, he slowly pushed his hand through her furry garden and over the mound. Jenny hummed as he inserted the tip of his middle finger between her pussy lips. Bryan repeated his slow massage and soon, his finger was well inside her. Jenny was feeling the effects of the wine and the massage. She removed Bryan's hand from her pants and pulled him on top of her. Holding him close, she pushed up against his growing bulge, spreading her legs and hooking her ankles behind him to gain more leverage. Bryan pushed forward and buried his head into her polo-clad cleavage. Slowly they rocked back and forth, synchronized in time and space. Bryan could feel the beating of her heart and the warmth of her breath. He also felt a cold breeze on his neck. ~ Stormy Weather ~ Bryan raised his head to look around. To the northwest, the sky had changed from blue to black as the storm clouds gathered. The wind signaled the arrival of the predicted cold front. "Oh crap!" Bryan exclaimed. "We'd better get back." Jenny sat up to see what the problem was and saw the dark clouds. Jenny did not like storms at all. "Oh no," Jenny said, genuine fear in her voice. "Let's get out of here." They quickly packed up their stuff and trotted back down the path to the pier. Bryan looked out at the lake to try and gauge the wind conditions. They would have a following wind and it didn't seem too strong yet. He decided that they could make it back before it got too bad. Jenny stepped into the boat and took her position as Bryan cast off the bow line and pushed away. He raised the mainsail and jib and began to steer back towards the campus piers. He calculated that a broad reach would be the best point of sail for the conditions and the crew. It meant he would have to jibe the sails at some point, but that was less risky than running before the wind. The Interlake was stable enough, but it did have a tendency to dutch roll when on a dead run. As the boat moved out into the lake and past shielding effect of the peninsula, the northwesterly winds increased. Bryan could now see white caps beginning to froth out in the main part of the lake. Jenny looked back at Bryan, who had struck a pose against the backdrop of black clouds. With the wind in his hair, jaw set, and eyes focused ahead, she found the scene reminiscent of a Harlequin novel. Thunder now cracked over their heads. If Jenny wasn't so scared, she might have laughed out loud. Bryan was getting concerned; downdrafts from thunder storms can generate devastating winds. "Jen, let's get the life jackets out," Bryan said. "It might get a bit rough out here." Jenny was frightened and put on her sweatshirt. She retrieved the life jackets from under the foredeck and put one on, handing the other to Bryan. After putting on his life jacket, Bryan took an elastic band from his pocket and pulled his hair back so that he could see. He figured he would sail easterly for about a mile and then turn south towards the campus shore line. They were pelted by rain and spray as the boat accelerated across the lake. The sound was deafening: howling winds, creaking rigging, and a groaning hull. Bryan had the speeding boat under control and was feeling confident about making the turn for home. His confidence was shattered when the boom vang broke. Without the downward force from the vang, the boom flew up and spilled all the air from the mainsail. That, in turn, upset the balance Bryan and Jenny had established by sitting up on the windward gunwale. The boat rolled back to port faster than Bryan could react and they both fell into the water as the Interlake capsized on top of them. This was not the first time Bryan had capsized a sail boat. As the boat went over, he grabbed hold of the stern and climbed up onto the turtled hull. He knew the boat would not sink because it had water tight compartments built into the hull. Jenny, who had been sitting farther forward, was no where to be seen. After she fell into the water, the mainsail crashed down on top of her and swept her underneath the boat. The life jacket was pulling her up towards the surface, but one of the lines was wrapped around her ankle. Fortunately, Jenny knew how to swim and did not panic. Still submerged, she reached down to free her ankle and floated up underneath the capsized boat. Bryan looked around frantically and shouted out her name. "Jenny!" Bryan screamed. Barely audible over the howling winds, he heard a thumping sound beneath him. Jenny had found an air pocket underneath the capsized boat and was pounding her fist on the floor. Bryan jumped into the water and dove down to try and find her. He found her near the mast step in a two foot air pocket. "Are you ok?" Bryan grabbed her and held her up. "Yes," Jenny gasped. Realizing she was not going to drown, normal breathing returned. "What the hell happened?" "We broke part of the boom," Bryan dispensed with proper sailing terminology. "And we tipped over." "How do we get home?" Jenny's concern was increasing. "It's too far to swim." "Don't worry," Bryan said. "Harvey will rescue us." ~ Harvey To The Rescue ~ Harvey was the name of a water rescue craft operated by the University Lifesaving Station. Located near campus, the facility had a small watch tower that was manned by water safety specialists. Many years ago, 2 students had drown under very similar circumstances. The tragedy resulted in the establishment of the rescue station. By the time Bryan had found Jenny, the call from the tower had gone out and Harvey was pulling away from the pier. Bryan and Jenny took a breath and swam out from under their capsized boat. They moved to the stern and held onto the rudder which now rose up like a shark fin. "We should stay in the water," Bryan said. "The water temperature is warmer than the air right now." After about ten minutes they heard the rumble of a large motor boat approaching. As Harvey circled their disabled sail boat, Bryan and Jenny waved to its crew. One crew member tossed a tethered life ring to them as the skipper put the engine into reverse. Bryan placed the ring over Jenny's head and arms and the rescue crew reeled her in. With the crew's assistance, Jenny climbed up the ladder and was safely aboard. Bryan swam over to Harvey and followed her up the ladder. "Grumpy giving you trouble?" The crew member asked. "Too much wind," Bryan said. "It broke the boom vang." Bryan realized that he was mostly at fault for the mishap, not the wind. He had put themselves in danger by misjudging the weather and taking an inexperienced crew. What remained now was to right Grumpy and tow it back home. It was a short ride back to campus aboard Harvey after they righted and bailed the water from the sail boat. Grumpy would need some minor repairs, something Bryan knew he was responsible for completing. The rescue crew had wrapped Jenny in a blanket to keep her warm. With the lake water temperature around sixty degrees and the high winds, hyperthermia was a danger. Bryan sat next to her, wrapped in another blanket, as they approached the shore. As Harvey pulled along side the pier, the water logged sailors thanked their rescuers. Andy was there to greet them as they disembarked.